"You carry too much weight for such thin fabric," Mira murmured, tying off a knot that vanished into the air. "You need a patch. A reinforcing."
"Many call me that," Mira said, coming around the counter. She moved with a fluidity that belied her age. Her hair was a steel-grey bun pinned severely with silver skewers. Her fingers were long, calloused at the tips, and stained with indigo. "But I prefer Mira. Come. Sit by the light." mistress needles
Mira watched her go. The bell sighed again as the door closed. "You carry too much weight for such thin